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A perfect shot and two gentlemen

I can't stand them. I mean braggarts. I find them arrogant and obnoxious. But today I become one. (We frequently become that which we hate.)

Yesterday I made a perfect shot. Broadbill, Joey Clams, and I did a preserve hunt. Duck season is over and now is a good time. We had a mix of chukars and pheasants.

We entered a small field and Buffy was quartering the field. She flushed a chukar that presented a left to right quartering shot, maybe a quartering crosser. Heavily wooded background on an overcast day made the target (bird) difficult to see. I picked up the bird, swung through, got the correct lead and dropped the bird probably at 30-35 yards. It was in the center of my pattern and fell dead as a doornail. Perfect form on my part---smooth and done without any rush. I am right handed and this is a most difficult shot to make. I said nothing to my partners but through my eyes I saw perfection.

My second brag is that I have two friends that are great and I will hunt with them anytime. Joey's first time in the uplands and he was a perfect gentlemen. He got with the plan, helped pin a running pheasant, forcing it into some brush and waited until Broadbill could handle his Boykin , Rebel, into the brush to flush the bird, followed by Joey's patient shot which killed the bird. And Broadbill is great to hunt with. He's not a game hog and he never claims to have dropped the bird when there are multiple shots. And he refrained from telling me "I told you so" when I insisted on something but later had to admit I was wrong and he was right.

I would like to hear about any other brags from the field---shooting, use of a particular gun, hunting partners, game birds, dog work. Today I welcome all brags.

"I love the rod and gun and where they take me."

"Do not judge a man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins."

I was shooting my O/U on a flooded bean field hunt late this season. We had been slow for an hour, and out of nowhere a group of 10-12 green wing teal buzzed over. You know what they are immediately by the f-16 like sound that comes rushing over the trees. They made one pass and we called the shot on pass 2, which wound up being left to right (much easier than your shot). The three of us each dropped 1 bird right over the decoys. I shot the first bird in the group, and I immediately began looking for a second shot on the bead. I pulled the trigger with about 2" of clear sky between my barrel and the bird, some 60+ yards out. When it fell, I embarrassingly let out a "OH YES!!"

Now, that's not the brag. The brag was definitely on the retriever. My long bird was crippled, about 2 o'clock out 95 or so yards. At our 12 o'clock were 2 teal dead in the decoys. At 2:30 o'clock was another, dead. Obviously, I'm really hoping that my poison bird training is about to pay off. Maggie definitely did not mark the last bird, as she has already marked the triple and was lined up on the go-bird. I lined her up, send her for the cripple. I had to single whistle about 30 yards out, as her head swung to the bird just 15 feet to her right. I sent her back and she stepped on the crippled teal, "flushing" it on accident from the cover. Then she came back and picked up the triple without a hitch.

That was one of my favorite duck hunting moments with my dogs. Lots of high-fives passed around afterward.

I was shooting my O/U on a flooded bean field hunt late this season. We had been slow for an hour, and out of nowhere a group of 10-12 green wing teal buzzed over. You know what they are immediately by the f-16 like sound that comes rushing over the trees. They made one pass and we called the shot on pass 2, which wound up being left to right (much easier than your shot). The three of us each dropped 1 bird right over the decoys. I shot the first bird in the group, and I immediately began looking for a second shot on the bead. I pulled the trigger with about 2" of clear sky between my barrel and the bird, some 60+ yards out. When it fell, I embarrassingly let out a "OH YES!!"

Now, that's not the brag. The brag was definitely on the retriever. My long bird was crippled, about 2 o'clock out 95 or so yards. At our 12 o'clock were 2 teal dead in the decoys. At 2:30 o'clock was another, dead. Obviously, I'm really hoping that my poison bird training is about to pay off. Maggie definitely did not mark the last bird, as she has already marked the triple and was lined up on the go-bird. I lined her up, send her for the cripple. I had to single whistle about 30 yards out, as her head swung to the bird just 15 feet to her right. I sent her back and she stepped on the crippled teal, "flushing" it on accident from the cover. Then she came back and picked up the triple without a hitch.

That was one of my favorite duck hunting moments with my dogs. Lots of high-fives passed around afterward.

Really awesome! Lots to brag about there!

"I love the rod and gun and where they take me."

"Do not judge a man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins."

in the spring of 2000 I was in the process of moving from Austin Tx back to Las Vegas after a short 6 month employment with Omni hotels drove me to the poor house. my oldest brother Ely offered to take me on a spring turkey hunt the day before I left town...loaded up the truck, donned the full camo and headed to a friends ranch in Kyle Tx just south of town..

Now I consider myself a good/above average turkey caller, using a diaphragm mouth call, but on this day the birds must have thought I was Pavarotti,because I had no less than 4 gobblers respond at first light, and along they came at full struts headed straight for my decoy. I was using an old JC Higgins/Ted Williams 12 gauge pump that had been passed down from oldest to youngest brother and back to oldest brother for keepsakes

Out of nowhere a young hen turkey starts calling from behind me and shows up less than twenty yards behind where my brother and I are hidden next to a couple of cedar trees, now I am stuck because if the hen spots us and sounds an alarm the toms would be gone, well she and I get involved in a calling competition, so I mimicked every call she made..

Well here come the toms, struttin and puffing their chests..I picked out the biggest and closest tom and gave him a 2 3/4 in Bismuth #4, but just as I shot one of the other toms decided to strut right behind him..dropped both with ONE shot at 22 steps..it may not be the best shot but it was the luckiest

Executor of the Alanson C Brown III - Trust

Originally Posted by lanse brown

A few things that I learned still ring true. "Lanse when you get a gift, say thank you and walk away. When you get a screwing walk away. You are going to get a lot more screwings than gifts"

I shoot chukar almost every day...I only put one shell in the Ruger anymore.....

I always thought the top barrel was where you keep the Chapstick. You mean sometimes people shoot twice?!?

"The bird hunter watches only the dog, and always knows where the dog is, whether or not visible at the moment. The dog’ nose is the bird hunters eye. Many hunters who carry a shotgun in season have never learned to watch the dog, or interpret his reaction to scent."
Aldo Leopold, Round River

"The bird hunter watches only the dog, and always knows where the dog is, whether or not visible at the moment. The dog’ nose is the bird hunters eye. Many hunters who carry a shotgun in season have never learned to watch the dog, or interpret his reaction to scent."
Aldo Leopold, Round River